adonia

This is the last Monday of my vacation. Suckage. I celebrated the last Sunday night of my vacation by going to the local bar and tipping a few pints. Yay for hangovers.

There was a huge bike rally this past weekend too. I went camping in the area, the guy I slept with (no not that kind of slept with perverts) now has the title of The Loudest Snorer On Earth. (is snorer a word??) Anyway, he's also in a motorcycle club, the rest of us call them gangs. I realized through my 36 or so hours camping with him and his "club members" that they create lots of drama for themselves. Always worried about someone, though they never really know who, trying to infiltrate their circle. They pay dues, just like a frat, hold fundraisers and have a club house. I have always thought that was all like paying for your friends. I think it was giving these people a sense of "I am someone". I felt kind of sorry for them.

Then I realized I was being a judgmental beotch and just enjoyed riding around with a 700 pound vibrator between my legs.